Page 90 of Ruthless Saint

“Your what?”

“Eidetic. I kinda remember everything I see.”

He stiffens again. “What do you mean,everything?”

“If I read something once, I can recall the whole book, tell you what page a passage was on,” I shrug, eager to get back to the topic.

“And events?”

“That’s hyperthymesia. I don’t have that.” I wish I did,though. Maybe then I’d remember my parents and what happened to them.

Stroking my hip, Dante says, “So, you saw a spreadsheet on my laptop and remembered something was off?”

“Yes, so because the printout didn’t look like it had the same numbers, I kinda took the liberty to get the file from your laptop,” I bite my lip, “and compare the two, and I found something.”

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ALESSA

“You have eidetic memory.” He rubs his temples once I’m done relaying to him everything I have uncovered.

“I guess,” I reply with an unsure shrug.

“One in a million.” He shakes his head, a hint of amusement lifting the right corner of his mouth.

“One hundred million,” I mumble.

“What?”

“Well, up to ten per cent of children under twelve have eidetic memory, so that would be one in one hundred million.”

“You’re twenty-two.”

I clear my throat.

“Alessa.”

“There aren’t actually any adults recorded with eidetic memory. I’m a freak of nature.”

He chuckles. “You are phenomenal, is what you are. So fucking incredible, clever, resilient, and Jesus Christ, have you even seen your body? If I didn’t have to run this town, I’d be fucking you twenty-four-seven.”

I laugh. “Anyway. Hopefully, that information will come in useful.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Brush off how incredible you are.”

I blush, not sure what he wants me to say. “Thank you?”

He chuckles. “That will do for today, but we’ll work on you.”

“So youdorun this town.”

“For all intents and purposes. Yes. I’ve been doing it for over a decade.”

“And your dad?” I bite my lip, remembering my last encounter with Massimo.

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